The next morning, I woke up, my eyes swollen and red. I got dressed and headed down to breakfast, where I said goodbye to Seamus and Dean. They weren't going home for Christmas, but I was going back to mum's place. I needed a break from everything, and I couldn't wait to just go home and mope around doing nothing.

I headed down to the Hogwarts Express, still really tired and groggy. I had barely any sleep last night, my thoughts wandering back to camp, and Luke's betrayal. I didn't blame him for hating the gods. He was right, they did nothing for us. And as much as I wanted to, Olympus cannot fall, because that meant everything, the mortal, magical, mythology, muggle, it will fall and I cannot have that.

I slid into a compartment, and I stuck my nose into a book, just because I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. I was barely half-way through the first page when I heard a high pitched shrill, "Get out!"

I looked up, and saw Parkinson. She was followed by Malfoy, his two bodyguards (whose name I haven't bothered to learn), and another dark skinned boy (whose name I also haven't bothered to learn, frankly, I don't associate myself with peasants).

I rolled my eyes at Parkinson. "There's plenty of compartments," I replied, "go find another one."

"Well, we like this one," Parkinson said firmly.

I raised my eyebrow at her, "There are plenty of seats in case you're blind," I offered sarcastically.

She stuck her nose up, crossing her arms, and she said, "Fine, we'll go, but don't think this is the end of it. Let's go boys." I expected the others to follow her lead and leave me in peace but Malfoy had other ideas. He said slyly, "Silvertongue is right. There are plenty of seats here, I think we should all sit here."

I blinked. "What? No. Seriously, Parkinson's right, you should go find somewhere else to sit. I'll just annoy you throughout the ride," I said hurriedly. I cannot stand another second with Malfoy much less a whole train ride, including his friends.

Parkinson tugged Malfoy's arm and she whined, "Drakey-Poo, come one, let's find another compartment before they become full. Besides," she wrinkled her nose, "we don't want to sit with this half-blood."

My eyes widened and I glanced at Malfoy. He cannot have told his friends. Oh god, not Parkinson. She was known as the gossip queen in our grade and if word got out, gods help me.

Malfoy smirked at me before yanking his arm from Parkinson's grip. He said coldly at her, "If you don't want to sit with this half-blood, then go find another compartment, I want to personally piss her off. You two," Malfoy nodded at the two stocky guys, "and Blaise, can go with Parkinson if you want. I really don't care." Ah, so the dark skinned boy is Blaise.

"No, you should go with your friends," I said, my voice faked with sweetness. "I really insist."

"You can go find a different compartment if you want," Malfoy replied.

I glared at him, "I'm not moving so you should move."

Malfoy plopped himself down uncomfortably close next to me, while his friends trudged behind Parkinson, who was glaring at me, trying to find a compartment. Jeez, I don't want your slimy ferret, I have -, my heart cringed a little when I remembered that I don't have Luke.

I buried my nose back into the book, determined not to think about Luke or the blond-haired Slytherin next to me. It was kinda hard because he kept poking me. I had one matter to deal with though, before I ignored him.

"Before, Parkinson called me a half-blood. That didn't have…you didn't tell her, did you?"

"I could have, but no, she meant wizarding wise. But I can just accidentally slip it out if you weren't being co-operative." A sigh of relief escaped my lips.

"Stop making you stupid threats, Malfoy, I'm don't feel threatened."

"You sure did last night when you ran up back to your dormitory."

"I was, erm, tired," I said lamely.

"Of course," he said, sarcasm dripping of his voice, "so you wouldn't feel threatened if I told you Blaise knows?"

My whole body tensed and I replied slowly, "He's not going to tell anyone, is he? Why would you tell him?"

There was a moment of silence before Malfoy laughed. "I was joking! You should have seen your face!" he said in between breaths, "So you do feel threatened." I flushed red from embarrassment and anger and I went back to reading my book.

Despite Malfoy's constant attempts to annoy me, the fact that I had little sleep last night, and the rhythmic chugging of the Hogwarts Express engine soon turned the words on the page into muddled ink (or maybe it was my dyslexia), and I soon fell asleep.

I jerked my head up suddenly, my head hitting the wall of the Hogwarts Express. I winced in pain as my head hit the cold hard metal wall. The chugging of the engine was slowing down and I knew we were nearly at King's Cross. To my dismay, throughout my sleep, my head had been resting on Malfoy's shoulder.

I yawned, still a little sleepy. I froze in half stretch, when I realised he was reading my book. Yes, the one that included every single detail about most monsters in Greek Mythology. I grabbed the book back, and I stuffed it back into my backpack. How stupid of me, to be reading that book, and in front of Malfoy too. I should have just moved compartment but no, my ego had to get into the way.

"There's this thing called privacy," I said coldly.

"Should I give this back to you then?" he asked me cheerfully innocent. He held out the photo of when Percy, Annabeth, Luke and I were still one big happy family. The one where we still had smiles on our faces, when we didn't know Luke was going to betray us. The photo resurfaced bittersweet memories.

"Give it back!" I yelled, jumping onto my feet. He dangled it on top of me, and me being not very tall, I struggled to get it.

"Luke's looking good," Malfoy said, ignoring my demand. I faintly recalled something like this happened last year. To my alarm, I blushed when Malfoy mentioned Luke. Nononono, I cannot still be having feelings for Luke, after what he had done. I clenched my fist, furious at myself, my fingernails digging into my palm.

Snatching the photo back, I said, "You ask before you borrow things."

"You didn't ask when you borrowed my shoulder did you."

I rolled my eyes, scowling and got off the train. I was determined to have a decent Christmas holiday.

***
Time flies when you're having fun, eh? Christmas break had gone in a blink of an eye. I did have a pretty good Christmas, drinking hot chocolate with mum, decorating the house, humming Christmas carols, wrapping up presents. For that few weeks, I forgot about all my worries. I haven't told mum about what happened with Luke, and I am definitely not planning to. She has been like a second mother to Luke, and telling her would only make her more upset.

So off I went back to Hogwarts. The homework load had increased even more, and because of my stupid dyslexia and ADHD, I found it really hard to sit down for long hours, scribbling onto a piece of parchment. Seamus and Dean weren't much help because when I did sit down with them to finish homework, we ended up chatting and doing stupid things. Despite all this, it was great because it took my mind of camp.

It haven't been easy, but slowly I had accepted the fact that Luke had betrayed me. Next time I see him, I would smash him to a pulp. Now that I have accepted the fact, I opened up to Seamus and Dean. They were shocked and pissed off at Luke, and they supported my idea of smashing him to a pulp.

Another thing that I was looking forward going back to Hogwarts was to try the Patronus Charm. We stood in a circle, watching Harry explain how to conjure a Patronus Charm. "Think of a happy memory, and then you say, 'Expecto Patronum'." Harry shut his eyes, and then in a swift movement, he waved his wand and the yelled, "Expecto Patronum!" A stag appeared from the tip of his wand, and we all gasped in awe. The stag galloped gracefully around Harry, before disappearing into blue mist. "Now all of you, try it."

In my head, I flicked through all the happy memories I had. Smiling, I recalled the night when we were under the stars, when Luke kissed me. "Expecto Patronum." My wand only spat out a few blue sparks. I tried again, using the same memory. Again, nothing happened. After a few more fruitless attempts, I looked around the room, some people seem to be able to do it. Seamus was one of them. His patronus was of a small wily fox. He saw me staring wistfully and he grinned.

I tried again, thinking of Luke's lips on mine. "Expecto Patronus!" I yelled, and this time, to my surprise, blue mist gathered around, making some sort of animal. I yelped, surprised, but the blue mist had already dissipated.

"You can't lose concentration." I turned around and saw Seamus. He had his hands in his pocket and he grinned at me. I rolled my eyes.

I tried again. "Expecto Patronum!" This time, I concentrated on the memory so hard that I could almost imagine the smell the sweet strawberries of camp. I remembered Luke's lips moving in sync with mine.

An animal shot out at the end of my wand. The creature was really odd. It had a head of a horse but the end of a fish. It was like a fish mermaid. It was probably some sort of mythological animal and I decided not to dwell on that. It was lucky that no one was paying attention to my patronus or I would be receiving a lot of questions. I concentrated on the night of my first kiss, as the creature twirled around me. The memory soon turned sour when I remembered what he said minutes before we kissed. He told me he wanted Olympus to fall.

My patronus disappeared, when the happy memory turned bitter. I was annoyed at myself for letting Luke come into my head. I bit my tongue in frustration. I found another happy memory, me spending tie, laughing with my mum when I went back during the Christmas break. Nothing about camp.

Before I could try again, the room shook. Confused, I looked around the room. Surely, I couldn't have been the only one who felt it.

And then it shook again. This time, everyone stopped, the room silent. We all looked at Harry, uncertainly. Another tremble rippled through the Room of Requirement, and a crash echoed around the room. A hole appeared on the far end of the room. Standing outside was a pink toad, oops, my mistake it was just Professor Umbridge. Behind her, was her Inquisitorial Squad. Before we could react, Harry yelled, "Run!"

We all scampered. I lost Seamus and Dean through the crowd and I sprinted towards the library. If Professor Umbridge found out that we were rebelling against her, oh gods. I stumbled up the stairs, my breath getting ragged. I slipped into the library, catching my breath as I pretended to browse. I hope Dean and Seamus didn't get caught.

I turned around, and found myself faced with Malfoy. I yelped, clutching the book tighter. My breathing was still hard, my forehead beaded with sweat and my face was still flushed from running. It was pretty obvious I have been running. "But he doesn't know why you were running," I reassured myself.

"What are you doing here?" he asked casually, even though his actions said otherwise.

"Reading." I replied, walking past him and sitting down. I wanted to act as normal as possible. There was a brief moment of silence before he said, "Liar."

I stared at him in his cold grey eyes, my eyes hard. "I think I would know what I'm doing."

"I know what I saw, you were in that, that club with Potter and his friends," Malfoy said.

"Get an eye check then."

"Get a memory check then."

"Piss off, I'm trying to read," I said angrily.

He stared at me again, before he turned around curtly, leaving the library. The breath I was unknowingly holding came out as a sigh of relief.

A/N

Heyyy! I'm back again. Yeah, that's right, the crappy author that doesn't know what to really put in an author's note. But bear with me. How did you enjoy the first ten chapters so far? If you got up to here, I really look up to you because I cannot believe anyone putting up with my crappy writing. Nah jokes I love this story. If you seriously got up to here, you give me hope.

I know, a lot of people are asking me, shouldn't it also be a Draco and Charlie story?/ Well, look at the title. Love or Hate? This also applies to Luke too. I love an exciting story where she first hates him with a passion but then she's confused with her feelings and find out she actually like Draco? Seriously, I have adrenaline flowing through my veins just talking about it. I seriously love love love Draco and Luke though.

Chapters will be uploaded at least once a week from now on, although I aim for two or three because I cannot stop myself from writing! Love those readers who actually got up to this part of the story.